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Stiles clung onto Derek for as long as he could and he couldn't stop crying. "Stiles," Derek runs his hand across his back after seeing Danny leave Stiles' house. "Stiles," he repeats.

"Yeah?"

"It's going to be okay," Derek smiles, "I'm here for you." Stiles didn't respond. "You're going to be okay."

"Thanks, Derek," Stiles backs away and holds his hand. "Come on, can you come in for a few seconds so we can kick this fucker out?"

"He already left. I saw him."

"Oh. Well I'm still going to need you with me," Stiles laughed.

"Okay. I don't mind at all." Derek smiled.

"I believe you owe me something?" Stiles questioned as Derek smiled again.

"Oh yeah?" Derek joked, "What's that?" He asked as he leaned in closer to Stiles.

"Not that, you moron," Stiles pushed him back as Derek had a pouty face. "Just shut up and come inside," Stiles pulled his arm, still not kissing him. Derek felt hurt inside just a little bit, but he didn't think about it too much.

As they went inside, Stiles locked the door behind them and he jumped on his couch, gesturing Derek to come next to him and cuddle. Derek accepts the invitation and they lay there for hours talking about random stuff, with Derek being the big spoon, obviously. Stiles never felt comfortable as a big spoon. Derek had his arm around Stiles' chest and Stiles was holding his hand across his chest and they were just laughing as if nothing happened in the past hour— or few hours, since they'd been in that position for a while. Derek would always have to move his lower body back because he didn't want his "situation" to touch Stiles. At least not yet!

The funny thing was that Stiles was experiencing similar issues, and that Derek had no idea. They were both embarrassed with how they both made each other feel in certain places. It might have been awkward but they were both blushing and neither of them could see it. After an awkward silence, Derek started another conversation to take the heat off just a bit, and that's how the rest of their night went. They didn't kiss. They didn't have sex. They just talked. That's all they wanted, anyway. Well, most of what they wanted. It was clear what they both wanted to do to each other. However, they both knew this was better, and they felt better like this. Except for Derek.

The guilt was constantly eating him up and he never could forget, no matter what conversation they'd talk about. He'd keep remembering how he lied to Stiles, and he wanted to tell him the truth, but he knew that wasn't an option right now. Not after a day like this. It wasn't far off a normal day in Beacon Hills, though, which was quite ironic.

The two fell asleep together in that same position, with Derek's hand still across Stiles' chest and Stiles' arms cradling Derek's arm. Derek actually wasn't asleep though. He was staring at Stiles' sleepy face and feeling his heartbeat on his hand. What have I done, Derek repeated to himself. He continued to look at Stiles and feel more and more guilt overcome him until he heard Stiles say something. "No, Derek," Derek almost jumped, "don't do that!" Stiles hummed a laugh.

As the wolf inspected the boy some more, he saw that he was still asleep. Probably a dream, Derek thought to himself as Stiles moved his arms and put his hand over Derek's again. Derek was watching his slow movements and heard Stiles say his name a few more times before he began to move his hand down his body slowly. Derek was trying extremely hard not to jerk back and he started to get excited again as Stiles was moving his hand down towards his lower body. But, before Derek could wake Stiles up and tell him what's going on, Stiles stops at his stomach and laughs again, saying "Derek, stop," as he puckered his lips. Derek was trying hard not to laugh and wake the boy, because he couldn't move his hand away from Stiles' grip. So, he waited until morning when the boy could finally wake up.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Derek said as he tickled his stomach. Derek hadn't slept a single second that night. He enjoyed watching Stiles sleep. He needed to make sure he was okay, and his dreams were just a bonus. Stiles lightly laughed and realized how close Derek's hand was to his penis. He immediately blushed. "Umm," he took his hand off of Derek's and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Derek hugged him from behind, "it's completely okay. You stopped there."

Stiles laughed as Derek kissed his back. "Tease," Derek whispered.

"Hey! It's not my fault! I don't even know how it got there."

"Let's just say you're not the soundest sleeper," Derek laughed as Stiles looked back at him. "What do you have to do today?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Derek looked at him as they began to get up from the couch. Stiles yawned and nodded his head. "It's Saturday."

"I know," Stiles smiled. "What did you wanna do? Throw another party?"

"No," Derek laughed before remembering what happened, "why? Do you want to?"

"Hell yeah I do," Stiles chuckled, "I wanna get drunk again, that was fine." Derek began to blush. "Well, not because of that," Stiles stopped, "wait, no, I mean—"

"It's okay," Derek laughed, "I know what you meant." Stiles sighed. "It's okay," Derek assured him again, "I promise."

"Okay," Stiles felt bad because they haven't even officially kissed yet, but he didn't want to ask out of the blue.

"So what you're telling me is I have you the whole day to myself?"

"Not if you start being cocky like that and be all cheesy."

"What!?" Derek questioned, "What's wrong with being cheesy?"

"Nothing," Stiles laughed, "just that, it's not the year for cheesiness. You're about fifty years late."

"Wow," Derek looked away, pretending he was hurt, "you just called me old."

"What! No I didn't. You're not old! How old are you anyway, like twenty-three? Twenty-five?"

"Twenty-seven."

"Not old at all," Stiles laughed.

"Shut up!" Derek got up and began to storm out before Stiles stopped him.

"Hey, hey," Stiles held his face after he turned him around to face him, "I was just joking."

"Jokes hurt, sometimes. You, out of everyone, should know that."

"I do. And I'm sorry," Stiles almost leaned in, but continued to talk instead. "I don't care if you're a year older or ten years older. I like you." The two looked set to finally kiss each other, as Derek smiled to himself. As they both leaned in, of course, someone rings the doorbell.

"Shit, that might be my dad, hide!" Stiles said, before realizing that his dad had to have come home the night before. Derek immediately hid and focused on not making any noise. As Stiles opened the door, he saw that no one was there. As he looked around, he continued to see no one, until he looked at the ground— where he saw something. It was a tablet.

As he unlocked it, he saw a video of Derek and Danny at Derek's house. What? Stiles thought to himself as he looked back towards where Derek was hiding. He couldn't hear anything, either, the video had no volume. He just saw the two talking. A few seconds later, Derek yelled, "Stiles?" Derek couldn't hear anything happening, since there was no volume, and Stiles was being quiet.

"I'll be right back, it's important!" Stiles yelled as he went outside and closed the door behind him. As he was outside and watching the video for several minutes, he saw what happened between Derek and Danny. He put a hand over his mouth and began to cry. He couldn't look away from what was happening in front of him. He saw the two go at each other with hunger. The more he watched, the more tears that came down. He paused the video when Derek began kissing down Danny's stomach and knew he couldn't watch anymore.

He storms back inside and tries to see Derek. This has been a tough few days. He needed an explanation, but he was really unstable right now with what he just saw. He began to cry and Derek heard him as he came back from behind another chair at the Stilinski residence. "Stiles? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded, trying to hold back tears, "everything's perfect."

"What's going on? Why are you crying?"

"Um, can I ask you a question, instead?"

"Can I know what's going on though?"

"Derek, just answer my question first, please?"

"Okay."

"Why'd you do it?" Stiles was trying extra hard to keep his calm.

"Why'd I do what?"

"Let's see," Stiles sounded witty while he cried; it was something only Stiles could do and pull off. "Why'd you hook up with Danny?" Derek opened his mouth, but no answer came out. Stiles took the opportunity to ask a few more. "Why'd you lie to me about it?" Even more silence. "Hmm?" Derek looked at the ground in shame. "Why'd you install cameras in your house anyway? So you can record you two having sex?"

"It wasn't like that, we didn't have— wait, what?"

"Look here, Derek," Stiles pointed the tablet, "that doesn't look like sex to you?"

"I never installed cameras, wait—" Stiles was heading out, "Stiles!"

"Just leave me alone."

"Wait, Stiles!" Derek shouted as he resumed the video to show him stopping the action. There's no other time that you could've stopped the video?! "Stiles! I thought—" Stiles shut the door so hard that Derek flinched.

"Stiles," Derek exclaimed as he ran out of the house and closed the door again. Stiles was already in his Jeep, reversing. The passenger door's window was facing Derek. Derek stopped and shouted, "Stiles!" Stiles parked the car and got out to face him once more. He wasn't done talking.

"You know what, Derek? Just stop, okay? It's my turn to talk, and I want to say something, alright?" Derek silently nodded. "I don't care that you fucked him, or whatever you did," Derek opened his mouth but Stiles shut him back up, "no. Shut up." Actually, I do care, Stiles thought to himself, a lot. "You lied to me. Again. Whatever you always do, you say you do to protect me, but I don't need any protection. It may seem like it because I'm only human and I might not have any supernatural powers to help me with any situation, but I can fucking take care of myself. No matter how bad it gets, I can always handle things myself. Alright? So, you're going to fucking leave and not talk to me again, because I don't want to talk to you. Not now, not ever. And I mean it this time. I don't know what you're thinking right now, like if I need some time to cool off or whatever, but I don't. I'm perfectly fine, and I don't need a boyf—well, whatever you are—to be there for me. Because, right now, all I need is myself. And I'm perfectly okay with that. And don't think I'm going to come back to you, because I'm not. I've been coming back to you so many fucking times and I'm absolutely fucking sick of it. I have more self-control than that and I don't need you in my life. So just fucking leave me alone, and don't ever come back to my house, either. I'm not going to tell Scott or whoever to guard me anymore, either, because guess what? I can take care of myself," Stiles repeated for the third time. "And I promise you, I may not be supernatural, but you'll regret it if you come within a 50-foot radius of me."

"Stiles," Derek tried to reason with him and tell him the truth, "I thought he was you."

"Out of everything you can say, you choose more lies?"

"It's not a lie this time."

"Oh, so now you're going to tell me that it was dark or something like that that you couldn't even see that it wasn't me?"

"No, it's not like that, either," Derek tried to comfort him and try to be truthful again.

"Listen to yourself Derek," Stiles pointed out, his face dry of all the tears, "you're pathetic." Stiles went around again and back in his car. As he began to buckle his seatbelt, he looked to Derek, who was staring at the ground, and said, "Derek," which caused the wolf to look up in a hopeful manner. "You better be gone when I come back."

You deserve that, Derek told himself. He went back inside, got his phone, grabbed his car keys and closed the door before he bid the Stilinski residence goodbye.

A/N: Aww. I feel so bad for Derek, but then again, some of you may think he deserved that. Maybe even more. And I completely agree. This chapter was a little lighter on words, since I know reading can be too much sometimes. Also because of the fact that last chapter had a ton of key events. All I have to say is prepare yourselves for the hell of a chapter that is chapter 9. It's probably going to be the longest one, unless I could somehow split it into two parts. So, we'll all see. In due time, my good friends. Thank you for all the reviews again, by the way, I love reading them!